In other news: the internet makes me doubt my intelligence daily (below).
Yesterday must have been official ant-mating day. I went outside to work under the umbrella and got pelted by fat ants, wings freshly chewed off and looking for love. They're not optimised to sting, so it was no problem, except that I had to keep flicking horny ant-couples off my artwork, tsk-ing, saying; have you no shame?
P.S. Fish'n'Flush.